I stood firm, facing the wall of cameras and hostile faces. My fingers twitched, ready to grab the nearest reporter and show them exactly how it felt to be cornered. Let them capture that on film. Let the entire world see what happens when you push Juliana Johnson too far.
My reputation was already in tatters. What more did I have to lose?
"Miss Johnson, care to comment on your mother's accusations?" A reporter shoved his microphone toward my face.
I tilted my head, considering the microphone like it was a weapon I might use against him. "Move. Now."
He didn't budge. None of them did. They formed a human barrier around me on the staircase, eager vultures waiting for me to break.
Fine. If that's what they wanted...
I raised my hand, prepared to shove through them, when a sharp, commanding voice cut through the chaos.
"That's enough!"
